Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
---|---|---|---|
2015 | 2011-11-09 17:51:45 | 84.33 | 87% |
1835 | 2011-07-11 12:14:19 | 124.05 | 99% |
1601 | 2010-07-29 05:42:05 | 111.68 |